Walking along pathways and roads, seeing fauna and flora – reminders of total joy felt when once a small child.
Now grown, holding hands with fate and stepping across destinies as they unfold on new horizons.
Standing blue, crying like a violin, pouring heart and soul into music, moving hearts to stir beyond comprehension.
Swaying with breezes of memory, fragrant blossoms of sadness blow this way.
Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping in no matter which direction I go.Where can I hide?Where can I place my tears except on the headstone of another life being lived beyond without me.Touching joy of past endeavors with my soul, I remember, I remember, through clouds of my mind.
Reminders of Mom’s death sneak up behind andpush their way with memories of personalityand lively spirit into the forefront of my mind.Remembering Mom with love, wishing to talk withher now – then a gentle breeze blows across myface letting me know she’s here and can feel mythoughts for her dearly.Sending her love straight to my…
